Friday, August 7, 2009
1976 Volare
My father owned a 1976 Volare station wagon – the car credited with coining the term “lemon”. Every day was a Monday on that car’s assembly line. It was painted a bright, almost neon red – which was really convenient when it came time for looking for some part, that, for no know reason, simply fell off the car while screaming down the highway at 35mph. I’ve come to wonder if the parts weren’t falling off, but were in fact, jumping off – sort of a “Mutiny on the Volare.” We we once driving along and one of the doors fell off. I think it was actually an early precursor to the airbag – sort of a dramatic way to say, “get out of the car, NOW!”
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I can't remember your red wagon. The blue Volvo 245 rink transport sticks in my grey matter. I later had fond memories of our '78 Dodge Aspen sedan, the Volare's equally ugly 4-dr. sister. Brown w/beige vinyl top, aptly dubbed 'The Potato'. Bench seats front and rear, during my '88-'91 Acadia years it carried 6 (sometimes 8, trunk fit 2 comfortably) of us to Halifax for Thursday Nite Wings at Peddlars Pub. 10cent wings - as driver, my weekly order was a tame 40 wings and a couple draft for $10. There began a weekly wing-eating challenge in our residence to eat the most wings - the ultimate face-off pitted Steve 'Stinkie' MacDonald, a 6'4" beanpole from Inverness County vs Selwyn 'Jackie' Joseph, a 300lb Indian from (then) Bombay. Stinkie downed Jackie 86-82. Oh, such poultry carnage. Wings must have been smaller back then... The Potato eventually died in action, at the hands (and right foot) of my brother, as he was dring late to a baseball game in Belmont - a connecting rod let go and the piston left an exit wound in the cylinder block the size of a dinner plate.
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